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Monday, January 6, 2014

Wages of Sin

She was a shapely silhouette in the low glow, her pale white skin
gleaming where the touch of the candles traced the contours of her body.
Naked and perfect, her eyes no longer that of a person but instead two
flat, shining discs of silver light. She had horns—tiny little things,
things that could almost be called stubby except for the smooth grace of
their angular shapes. They peeked up from underneath that fine silver
hair, front-of-the-head horns like a goat's, and they were the color of
pale, milky jade.